In the morning he worked on the door. We had made plans to meet friends at the Horsey Clubhouse, but one thing led to another and they were unable to meet us. We rode on our own, going once again to the Woodstock Inn. On the way, KC lost a shoe in the mud.
After all this rain, should I mention it was muddy? And the Patapsco River was high, too. It was not muddy in the rivers and creeks, but there was evidence of seriously high water. It must have been quite the scene, roaring down the hillsides.
When we arrived at the Woodstock we met up with other friends that were just leaving. It was nice to have a short visit with all of them, from far and wide, three different states.
After they rode off, we enjoyed a couple beers, while watching our boys from the window. Several noisy (are there any other kind?) motorcyclers came and went, a train also came through, blocking traffic and blowing the whistle. All the while the boys dozed at the hitching post.
After that we were chasing daylight, being about an hour and a half from the trailer. The boys were in a hurry to get back, too, and we got there just as the sun dipped down past the trees. Unfortunately, KC is now completely barefooted. Ugh! And he's a limpy, gimpy guy when that happens.
Gorgeous pics as always. Also like the previous one, someone has been working hard, lol (or too much Tom Turkey?)
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